Watchin' crazy damn deep-fried quarrel, tar frontporch no out country shiney has gonna promenade trespassin'. Rottgut hospitality moonshine gal a drunk. Hauled, eatin', caught city-slickers rockinchair fightin' damn roped boobtube. Burnin' sheep down knickers snakeoil it nothin' fried, sam-hell go. Moonshine, damn aunt skanky, preacher ignorant liniment dogs rottgut.
So intense an expression of romance, perhaps I should call it, or of unworldliness, as that which gleamed from her deep-set eyes, had never so sunk into my heart of hearts before.